Twenty minutes later, Kat was sitting at the foot of one of the beds while Sam paced in front of her, Dean leaned against the door that exited the motel room, and Cas stood in the center of the room. The air in the room was thick with unspoken questions, and the answers that Kat knew would hurt her more than she'd want to admit.
"The person who pulled you out of the car told you that you were going to watch the world die?" Sam asked as he stopped pacing for a moment.
"Word for word, it said 'You will watch the entirety of the world die before you die yourself,' but I didn't think you needed it verbatim," Kat replied, trying to keep her mood light and not show how she really felt.
Sam looked down at Kat, before asking, "You don't know who it was?"
"No," she replied, and Sam resumed his pacing. "Look, I was conscious for maybe five minutes, and during that time, that's all I got. I've been to different psychics, but they've told me all the same thing; they can't see my future."
"How can they not see your future?" asked Dean, who finally spoke up.
"I don't know," Kat sighed. "But I've seen 20 different ones and they've all said the same thing, so unless you have the ability to see my future than be my guest at guessing."
"This could have something to do with you two," Cas said, his gaze flickering back and forth between the Winchesters. "I wouldn't be too surprised that something like this has happened."
"What do you mean?" Sam stopped pacing again and looked at Cas like he had two heads.
"I mean Kat could be a part of the apocalypse, or some other demon is trying to get their hands around a way to end the world."
Falling back onto the bed, Kat folded her arms over her face and sighed, "I just wanted all of that to go away. I never thought that a one-time encounter with that… thing meant anything."
"You haven't had just one encounter," Cas said in a fairly sure tone.
Kat sat staight up and, ignoring the head-rush she gave herself, asked, "I've had others?"
Cas nodded his head and said, "Every time you've been in a life-threatening situation, the demon somehow has stopped it from killing you. How many times have you been to the hospital and have been told you were lucky to be alive?"
He was right. Kat had been to the hospital after a job more times than she could count and been told she was lucky. But everyone gets hurt badly and is told they were lucky, right?
Reasons weren't going to help Kat in that instance, though. Now she needed to figure out what the demon had planned for her. But first she had to let out something else. "I think the same demon was after my sister." Everyone looked at Kat with a surprised expression. "After our parents died, I could have sworn something, at night, would be watching her, and telling her different things. But I had problems getting over my their deaths, so I was told they were hallucinations."
"And who told you that?" Dean asked, stepping closer to Kat so that he stood next to the bed.
"The psychiatrist my aunt sent me to see," Kat admitted, and then added quickly, "This was before we knew anything about the supernatural world. We didn't know anything till I turned 21."
More quizzical looks were passed to Kat, so she explained, "On my 21st birthday, I met my first hunter. She was on a job in Connecticut, and we became fairly close before she left. Her name was Ellen Harvelle."
The looks that passed between the three men surprised Kat. "You knew her, did you?"
"We did," Sam nodded, "but her and her daughter were killed during a job…" Sam's gaze shifted to Dean's face, who wasn't making eye-contact with anyone, and Kat guessed that it was part of his past that he didn't want to talk about. That's when Kat realized that they both had things that they didn't want to be let out for everyone else to hear, and if Dean was anything like Kat, he wasn't going to let it out without a fight.